(tune: Flying Trapeze)
Don’t give us a pipeline as big as this hose
A leak of this size who knows how far it goes
Of course it must leak that’s as plain as your nose
Nobody can stop it, you know.
How fast can we sell all our assets away
No jobs for refining the crude on the way
And then Harper’s petro state’s well on the way
And Canada hits a new low.
Nobody knows what goes into the pipes
Nobody knows it, so nobody gripes
But naphtha and benzine are poisonous types
That get that old tarsands to flow.
And if it gets out, as it certainly will
No one has magic to clean up the spill
The poison’s forever, and so is the bill
Remember that we told you so.